Friday, September 2, 2011


I doubt it would surprise you if just like most people I don’t fancy ‘da’ fuzz’. No I’m fine with the police as long they aren’t cinched up tight in ‘Reno 911’ shorty shorts with their khakis hanging out. No the fuzz I’m talking about is from my carpet and its odd newlywed reproduction habits in nearly every room of the house. I have had this same mangy carpet for over 4 years now and our Roomba is starting to complain even more than when I demand my bi-weekly nook and cranny ‘vac-baths’.

Now I knew when we went to the rug doctor and the prognosis favored a steam-o chemo treatment, it was likely that our rug might shed a tear or two. But after a few trips around the calendar you’d think the biggest fuzz producer in our kennel would be that floss between my teeth, or the emergency peach I keep stashed in my all too-roomy, gut-button. But no, as fate would have it my ‘pile of nap’ carpet is a virtual fine fur warehouse where even the dust bunnies' shadows have five o’clock fluff!

This unfortunate rug revelation in no way means I have abandoned my lurid love of all things linty in life. Vacuum bags and their seductive stash of inner secrets still call to me like Fabio finds frustrated, feckless housewives. And lest we forget the oft ignored dryer trap, which never fails to fuel my fuzzy logic with great joy and the freedom of reckless self-expression. Clearly I have faced and embraced my inner fuzz even if most sane people I know aren’t ‘DOWN’ with it.

Yes, despite the unrestrained side of the family tree and their best efforts to straighten my jacket and un-rumple my hump, I won’t be denied the dust. I lasciviously laugh at your locked and loaded laundry rooms and haughty British bag-less ball vacs with genuine desire. Because let’s FACE it, anyone, given the chance, would surely love to shove, my goofy glued-up mug into the lint-hole of a hot dryer. But be forewarned, I may sprout a ‘bad to the bone’ crazy biker beard with a ‘tude to match, or of course I might be just EXACTLY the same - ‘FUZZY’ brained!


  1. You're a fekkin' riot! Have a brilliant weekend, my friend.

  2. That picture is absolutely terrifying.

  3. How you made carpet cleaning a delight to read, I don't know! LOL :o)

  4. That's a really strange picture. Do you know the origin of everything you smeared on? If you suddenly start twitching or doing something else unusual (I'm assuming twitching isn't your normal mode here) you might want to seek medical attention.

    I have been trying to talk the man into getting rid of ALL our carpet. So far, he wins by doing nothing.

  5. Emptying the lint trap in my household is something that always seems to be above my daughter's level of intelligence. Drives me crazy.

  6. Love Love Love the Pic Great for Halloween! Don't know how your wife can put up kissing you. It would tickle too much!~ So thanks for stopping by I always love your comments. ~snicker~ To be honest I haven't read this yet, but when I get back from my Zoomba class & water aerobics I will. PROMISE! Just had to tell you "PEACHES" the dog with that snicker laugh was on Tweetie cartoons & he's the old gramma's dog. I love Tweetie. Hugzzzzz Have a great day my friend!

  7. This post is reminding me that I really should vacuum my room. I've lived here 6 months and haven't even done so. I like carpeted spaces, because I find them cozier. But wood floors are so much easier to clean.
    Love the wacky photo.